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Jul 2013
We sit at desks slaving for hours over made up numbers and too-long phone calls while
worlds
worlds
worlds away
a star is born
and I’m talking about a real star
because we call people who can sing on key “stars” but nothing can shine as bright
as the massive, beautiful fires in the sky.
Emma B
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Emma B  In the clouds
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